Claire pressed the brass notary stamp down hard beside my signature, leaving a raised seal in the paper.

“I’ll file this with the clerk before the courthouse closes at four,” Claire said.

“Get some rest tonight.

Tomorrow morning, he loses.”

I got up and picked up my empty purse.

I left the pile of evidence lying beside the stamped affidavit on the glass table.

I passed the stamped affidavit back to Claire and followed her through the heavy glass doors of the county courthouse.

The morning air smelled of wet pavement and stale exhaust.